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Gets us mad, it does! Them girls trapped, bigwigs struttin’ round like kings—pisses us off! Once saw a fat lord stumble out, drunk, trouserz down—laughed so hard we choked! But then—sadness creeps in, sneaky-like. Girls cryin’ in backrooms, nobody hears. “Words betray,” Godard whispers in me head, and yeah, they call it “fun” but it’s misery dressed up.

The Brotheler Guide

After that, I’m back to work, and I get a call from a client on Via San Giovanni. They need a replacement for a broken window. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll be there in 20.” But of course, traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny car. I’m yelling at the radio, “C’mon, man! It’s not a Sunday drive!”

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